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Confliction


To the left, to the left

But the right is pulling hard

For some direction I am starved


At a crossroads

Which way to go

A haphazard river with no steady flow


A road map would help

'Cause I can't find my way

Confusion an inconvenient delay


In my heart lies the right path

Though the wrong one pulls and inflicts its wrath

Holding onto me as tight as latex

Postponing my trip to the imminent apex


Reason has left me alone out in the cold

The warmth of righteousness 

Eluding me like a straight line in a fold


Mind over matter

Oh yeah that's rich

What happens when the matter's too great

That mantra becomes impossible to relate


Confliction wars amidst chaos internally 

Conclusiveness an illusory destination on a trying journey 
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Anonymous said…
I've felt conflicted so many times, right now being one of them. Thanks for this...it was right on time for me
March 20, 2011 at 11:18 PM
MISS WHITE said…
No problem! Glad to help! Thanks for reading and commenting!!
March 21, 2011 at 12:38 AM
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